Futility

I know, this is somewhat short, but it's one of the best things I've written. Auxiliary skin; dang, that's great!

let all sorrows slide away from me
like an auxiliary skin
leaving me cold and pale
but free

give me
this chilly, flightless soul
wings to fly
so i can rise above my earthly cares

so i may cry in the empty battlefields of the mind
dipping my hands in the blood of others
and dying my hands sanguine
leaving all my inhibitions behind me

so i may stand in the rain
soaking my dehydrated soul
and fly away
dropping my burdens behind my back

revive all my ephemeral hopes
and use them as nets to snag your attention
and then you will listen to me sing
like a nightingale

and flit away
lachrymose
when you turn your attention to another
leaving my emotions behind

then i will finally fall
having left everything behind
i will be nothing but a shell...
there will be no body to bury.